Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1887-08-04
THE LADY WHO WAS LEFTD MIS-
MATED TO A GENIUS.

GWhy, Your Characterization Of Mrs. -
rs the lady who was left. / don't think she
would like it much"
had said nothing, and glanced again at
the sweet faced woman who looked SO lonely
in the midst of that light hearted crowd.
The husband was not lonely. He had every
thing be wanted except mirror. Not having
one, he posed with due regard for specta-
cular effect, and was happy. The expression
on his face seemed to say: II know IL IS try
ing TO the complexion, this fierce white light
that beats upon the throne, but I've got TO
stand it 1t is one of the penalties Of great
ness" He never looked at the woman with
the tender, luminous ewes by his side. He
did not see that like some fair and fragile
flower she seemed to wilt under the fierce
white light Perhaps he did not care.
eyes" l said TO myself, "she is the lady
who was left"
The play went on, and whenever there was
q telling hit the spectators looked at the
strangely brilliant man who was among them
but not Of them. Watching the lights and
the shadows Of that mobile, magnetic face
they applauded or reiapsed into stolid indif-
ference, running the entire gamut OF express
sion. But nobody looked at the quiet lady
who shuddered under every shock or sound,
and seemed to shrink from every fresh i'm
pulse of glare.
After that night at the theatre l saw my
lady who was left many times and in many
places 1t would not be said that her husband
condemned her to seclusion. On the contrary
he took her everywhere. II he was lavish in
the matter of his own personal adornment,
he urged his wife to deny herself nothing. II
it delighted him to pose as the central figure
in field Of cloth Of gold, stiff with gorgeous
embroidery, he was determined that his wife
should not lack for Tyrian purple, SO to speak,
and diamonds that would have graced
coronet. Why shouldn't she be happy
womanl Her costumes were extravagantly
compared to symphonies and poems.
But she was not happy. In the midst Of
all the excitement accompanying the spec
tacular pageantry of her husbands life she
knew that she was left. Why indulge in any
nonsense about her failure to grow with her
husband and keep pace with him intellect
uaLyi It would be stupidity, brutally false to
say such a thing. She was born to be tbs
queen of an ideal home and to hold solely SOW
ereign sway over one heart But her husband
had divided his affections between her and
the many headed monster thing called the
public, and their home life had been turned
into gilded tumuIt-
still see these two on public occasions A
shadow is beginning to darken the husbands
face. He feels that life is growing stale and
fat. Just why, he cannot tell He knows
that it is not the fault of his loyal wife, but
there is something wrong somewhere. Per-
hap there is just the suspicion Of a shadow
OF the fair face of the lady who was left. It
suggests sorrow in which self plays no part.
Tie ieeting years carry her in the direction
OF a nobler, higher life, and she feels that she
is travelling the road alone. l have ceased to
study these two faces The lady who was left
is getting beyond me. cannot say as much
for her husband. He is still in sight, and
likely to remain there.-Atlanta Constitution.
Women Workers .. Starvation Point.
what ought to be DONE" l imagine my
saying to her heather" sis to
convince you that so long as you choose to do
the work that you like to do. and not the
work which the world wants done, you must
be content to dwell at starvation point But
do not complain Of the world. You are hav-
ing your own way. You are, by your own
admission, doing what you like to do. You
might Just as well go out in the yard and
build snow houses and say This is the work
like to do and should not be content with
any other, and think something ought to be
done to get me better pay for it The world
wants a few snow houses for the children,
but it does not want more than may be had
at the cost of the mittens, and rubber boots,
and knickerbocker knees that the children
wear out in building them The world wants
q few flannel undergarments, but it is a very
fay loH
can supply. II you choose not to put thought
and skilli and planning into the more COM
plicated work that the world wants done,
remember that you are having your own
way; you are not simply oppressed by other
people You are really tyrannizing over
yourself. The man with the wheelbarrow is
more independent than the man on the rail-
road He has only TO walk behind his Wheel
barrow; but he does not get there. He is at
starvation point all the time. Nothing can
be done for him unless he Is willing to fall
into line with the rest of the world and board
the train"
And because we must look at all features
Of the case If we would ever improve it, we
strike Immediately against fact which lies
perhaps very near the root of the difficulty,
and which must be considered. To sugges-
llOn OF Tue Country, Ills EOOI y OAAls, HOAhcT
replied with pathetic ignorance: Il wouldn't
know what to do in the country il l were
there l don't seem to ike it, somehow. 1t |
isn't the company, for mother and me keep /
TO ourselves a good deal, but somehow We
know how 20 set along in the city, and the
country scares me"
That undoubtedly is the statement Of a
widely prevalent feeling. To thousands Of /
these pavement born and pavement bound |
souls the country is great, unknown wilder |
ness, a mysterious Sahara, teeming with COB /,
Inns and specters. To many it l. an iuacceS-
sible desert of whose nature not only, but Of /
whose ways and OF whose approaches they |
are as ignorant as OF the ways OF Mars or the
road to Jupiter. They might just as well be /
to household service in an out |
lying ring Of Saturn or 10 stock little farm
On one OF the billsides OF the moon IS to be /
merely recommended TO the diaries and |
porches Of s. Connecticut village. Il is all /
terra ineoguito-Gail Hamilton in New !
York World
The Washington Style
The wife OF supreme court justice called |
on the wife Of senator living on Capitol hill, |
The Justices wife had her bonnet /